At the same time, the black energy inside the sculpture surged violently, pushing Qing Yi's soul out bit by bit.

On the other side, under the golden light, the clear light between the eyebrows finally disappeared.

boom!

The man wearing the crown of thorns shook violently, and black energy spurted out like spring water, pushing Qing Yi's soul out.

Crack! The eyebrows of the Confucian saint's sculpture are cracked again, exactly the same as before Wei Yuan repaired them.

The moment Qing Yi's soul escaped from the trap, the leading avenue transformed by the sinister wind stretched over, swept him away, then shrank instantly and disappeared at the end of the sky.

And the black air continued to spurt upward, condensing into a huge, blurry human face high in the sky, overlooking the entire Jingshan City.

Salun Agu breathed a sigh of relief, a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

Wei Yuan sealed the Witch God and five months passed before he was resurrected.

In just five months, the Witch God Cult lost the best opportunity to annex the northern territory, and then use the northern territory as the foundation to move south to engulf the Central Plains.

"Now that Kyushu is turbulent, the gods and demons wearing a layer of fake skin have returned to Kyushu, and the Half-Step God of War has escaped and reorganized. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, there will be another land god in the Taoist sect. The situation is getting more and more complicated.

"God willing!"

Sarun Agu shook his head sadly.

As he spoke, the blurry human face made of black gas in the sky quickly disintegrated, collapsed, and retracted into the sculpture of the Witch God.

Two dim lights appeared in the originally empty eyes of the sculpture, staring at the sculpture of the Confucian saint opposite.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the cracks between the eyebrows of the Confucian saint's sculpture spread and extend little by little during the "gazing".

The process is very slow but unwavering.

............

"Time is up!"

Song Qing whispered:

"Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed. You have lost the soul-calling flag. Holding it for a long time will damage the dragon's body."

Huaiqing gritted his teeth, ignored Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to dance the soul-calling flag.

In the sound of "crash", the residual heat of the incense that Song Qing lit dissipated and the ashes fell off.

Song Qing shook his head and sighed.

After a while, Huaiqing swayed and the soul-calling flag in his hand fell off and fell to the ground with a clang.

It's not that she wants to give up, but that she has reached her limit and can no longer hold on to the Soul-Calling Flag.

Her fair and beautiful cheeks were covered with blue and black blood vessels, her red lips turned black and purple, and her arms were covered with thick ice shells.

Not one of the main materials for a top-level magic weapon like the Soul-Calling Banner involves the Transcendent Realm. It is difficult for her at the fourth level to control it for a long time.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the wind stopped.

The ghosts surrounding the Star Observation Tower gradually left.

"Your Majesty, drive away the poison."

Song Qing took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it away.

There is no awareness at all of offering up both hands.

People who do research are just not "smart" enough.

So Huaiqing didn't answer and staggered to Wei Yuan's side, staring at Qingjun's face without saying a word, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

At this moment, Song Qing saw a hint of sadness in the empress.

He vaguely remembered that when Huaiqing was still a princess, he seemed to have studied chess with Wei Yuan for several years, if he remembered correctly.

Suddenly, the soul-calling formation under Huaiqing's feet lit up, and then a fragment of golden light appeared on the horizon, surging in layers and rushing towards the towering star observation tower.

The golden light came very quickly, approaching the Bagua platform within a few breaths. Under the "escort" of the sinister wind, it plunged into Da Qingyi's body in the formation.

Huaiqing withdrew from the formation at this time, his beautiful eyes staring at the man in Tsing Yi without blinking.

After a while, the eyelashes of the man in green clothes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at the sky in silence for three seconds, then slowly sat up, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Huaiqing.

His temples were gray, and his eyes contained the vicissitudes washed away by the years, and he smiled gently:

"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"

Huaiqing's eyes turned red and tears silently slid down his eyes:

"Wei Gong......"

...........

Outside the capital, a man in black rushed out of the city gate on horseback and ran wildly along the compacted road.

...........

Yongzhou.

Xu Pingfeng felt something in his heart and used teleportation to distance himself to avoid the old man's sword energy.

Then, I turned my head and looked to the north. It was obviously daytime, but there was a bright star hanging in the northern sky.

"Wei Yuan......"

As a second-level warlock, interpreting images is a domain-wide ability.

Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead stood out.

Wei Yuan's resurrection is not terrible. What can a weak body do?

But if Luo Yuheng successfully overcomes the catastrophe, then Dafeng will not only have the confidence to compete with Yunzhou in terms of extraordinary combat power, but on the battlefield, even if Xu Pingfeng values ​​Qi Guangbo, he will not have the confidence to think that he can compete with Wei Yuan.

"I have to go to the North, even if I am a clone..."

Xu Pingfeng glanced at the old man below and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

If you want to grind a second-grade martial artist to death, it will not happen overnight.

This smelly stone in the latrine.

...........

Southern Xinjiang.

In the primeval forest outside the abyss, Grandma Tiangu looked north through the dense branches and leaves.

"Wei Yuan is resurrected."

Granny Tian Gu squinted her eyes and showed a slight smile on her wrinkled face:

"You guys don't have to worry about trying to draw water from a bamboo basket in vain."

When Longtu and several Gu clan leaders heard this, they were happy at first, and then frowned.

The enchanting Luan Yu wrinkled her delicate eyebrows:

"Can he return to his previous cultivation?"

Grandma Tiangu shook her head.

Long Tu suddenly looked disappointed:

"What's the use? It still depends on whether Xu Qi'an can survive the catastrophe."

Youshi said:

"If Dafeng loses, not only will we lose everything, but we may also be liquidated."

What he was thinking was, this guy Xu Qian hasn't given me that ancient corpse yet.

Grandma Tian Gu smiled at the leaders' disapproval.

...........

Star Observation Tower, Bagua Tower.

Wei Yuan sat behind the desk that originally belonged to the prison guard, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, sipping it, shaking his head and saying:

"Isn't there tea grown by the Flower God?"

Sitting opposite him, Huaiqing had restrained all his emotions and quietly curled his lips:

"Wei Gong can ask Xu Qian for it."

Song Qing has been kicked out of the Bagua Station. Of course, he himself is very happy. After all, such a trivial matter as Wei Yuan's resurrection is not enough to make him put down the alchemy experiment at hand.

Wei Yuan put down his tea cup and said:

"Xu Qi'an didn't come, which means that Dafeng has reached a precarious situation. Who sealed this old guy Jian Zheng?"

Huaiqing, who had never revealed any information to him, glanced at the man with gray temples and sighed:

"Wei Gong, did you already calculate that you would be resurrected before going on the expedition?
Chapter completed!